Houses Among Us
Houses among us.
Houses making the fields
grow leathery at dusk.
Who are the rivers.
Who are the passageways
outbranching from the common
antique vestibule the same
as it is in heaven.
A wall that is leaning afterward.
A clawfoot tub that holds
itself like a boar
giving birth in a basement.
A house inside you
beat of tin.
A house inside me
stiff with clove.
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